Dracul arrived at the base of the waterfall by sundown the next day. He ran hurriedly through the trees like a scared child would in the case of someone other than the twins watching. He raced into the waterfall and banged on the cliff face.

"Hello?" He called to the barren stretch of rock.

The rocks did not answer him, so he took to sitting at the edge of the pool of water. His father was now too far to contact him properly without scrying. So he sat there for what seemed like hours before he noticed a pressure at the base of his throat. A sword sat there on his neck, thirsty for blood.

"Who might you be?" said the soldier.

Dracul paused, trying to remember what Galbatorix had said to say.

"I am a lost traveler, I thought I might be of assistance to the Varden."

"And where did yah' get the location for this city?" said someone with a heavy accent that sounded like stones grinding together.

"I would rather not say because few of you would believe me in the first place." The blade was moved from his throat and he stood up, turning around to face the dwarf and the soldier. He was the size of a small stool at most compared to Dracul's own height.

"You wish to join the Varden?" said the dwarf, stroking his long beard, leaning on his hammer.

"Yes." Dracul winced in his mind when he said that knowing full well he would kill many of these people when he was escaping.

"Follow me," he said. The moment they were all inside the stone doors slammed shut and didn't move again.

Once his eyes adjusted to the torch light he was able to see the long stretch of hallway. Where two people, taller than even he was, stalked towards them.

"Welcome, we are the twins. Please do not resist, we only wish to discover your true purpose of coming here through a simple examination of your memories." The one on the left said.

And with that the probe entered his mind as he dropped his barriers. It prodded around with the memories of the past few days and so they learned what he had in the bag at his side. He hid the fact that he was a dragon through thick metal shielding, as it was a treasured secret that Galbatorix insisted be kept a secret. But when he came to the memory of the king sending him off to capture Eragon and Saphira the twins bore a set of eerie smiles.

"Welcome my friend! You are now one of the Varden." They smiled and placed their hands on his shoulders and kept their eyes locked on his bag, as the soldiers started to protest about his quick entrance into their sanctuary but the twins vanquished their qualms with a wave of their hands. Cutting off the protests.

"Do not worry my friends, we will ensure that he is more thoroughly processed by ourselves."

They took him down a short passageway and into a chamber below ground.

"Your timing is perfect small one. We have just received word from the king that an invasion is coming."

Dracul was baffled, "Tronjheim is going to be invaded?"

"Yes, he wants some of the black hand to rotate out of the Varden's inner circle." They paused, "We also hope that the monsters that have plagued humanity for too long to be destroyed in this attack as they cannot hope to kill all of the Varden."

The one on the right stopped speaking only for the left one to pick up where he left off, "And you will have the chance to take the rider and dragon as your captive."

"I will need some time to talk with my father to see what he has planned for me." He allowed a faint trail of lightning to flash across his fingers hoping to worry the twins who were slightly unnerving to him as he could remember that he had seen them moving things about in the castile when he was two and still had his split personalities and bodies. "Can I please have the room."

The bowed deeply, almost mockingly and closed the doors while retreating to their private chambers. He grabbed a shaving mirror from one of their benches and said, "Draumr Kopa." viewing Galbatorix firmly in his mind.

The mirror waved for a few moments before the wards were lowered from around the city allowing him to see his father. "Ah! My son, you must have received word that I plan to Attack Tronjheim."

Dracul held his tongue, knowing how bitter his father's anger was but he said, "Why?"

"Because they are murderers, traitors of my crown, they all must burn for their sin. As for the monsters, in the unlikely event that they are able to break through the lines and actually kill ALL of the Varden there will be few enough for Durza himself to finish them off." Galbatorix's smile was gone, in its place there was a scowl that would mean the best option was to flee the unholy presence.

"But father! Surely noone more than what is necessary has to die!"

The king, for the look on his face was truly none of a father, exploded with red rage that could have filled the seas with its blood. "BOY! YOU TRY ME! I DID NOT TEACH YOUR HEART TO BE SOFT!" He breathed in and regained his simple scowl, "I want nothing left of Tronjheim when you leave with the boy and his wretched dragon in your hand. And don't be so soft after I let you spare that one man's miserable life."

He leaned back on what must have been the throne in the otherwise white background, "Do not tempt me to have Durza once again teach you the true meaning of strength."

Dracul dipped his head, "I do not ask your forgiveness sir for what I have said; just tell me what needs to be done."

"Prepare as the twins desire for they have the most direct knowledge of the city." He breathed in and out. "You have yet to fail me in a mission, do not let this be your first."

The king waved his hand and the spell was blocked from entering the boundaries of the city.

He sighed and released the magic, to be honest he had expected worse when he asked that question.

And so a ritual was established, he would wake up, make sure others of the Varden saw him, help the twins prepare hidden tunnels for the urgals to come through beneath Tronjheim and then report his progress to his father, who would then, in turn, talk to Durza to let him know how long before the invasion would commence.

Dracul didn't know where bellow the city the urgals were waiting but he could almost smell their breath as he threw spells that cracked apart the huge chunks of stone. The stone in his staff remained almost unscathed with his constant usage of it.

At night he would enter a large chamber on his own and transform into a dragon and pour energy into it until he had just enough left to transform back, his own energy almost filled the crystal right back up to the brim.

One day while he was working the twin that was monitoring his progress told him, "Stop, if you go any further they will hear you."

Dracul retorted, "There is still a hundred yards of stone! The urgals will have great trouble delivering me into the dragon hold if there is this much rock in their way."

"I said to stop, I was told you could listen, so please exercise this ability you have."

The twin left. He groaned and slumped down. Knowing that this was the last day of his work before the invasion. He contacted his father who seemed to have mellowed out after their fight almost two weeks before, once again smiling and praising him.

He slept knowing he was about to rob children of a father and wives of their spouses by spilling unnecessary blood.

An enemy that would last lifetimes was about to be born in the inescapable blood of an incoming battle.

His dreams were plagued by visions, until an incredible calm washed over him, he could see a few hundred eldunari placed along a wall, only a pitiful half of Galbatorix's own collection.

He woke with a start, a woman's voice, sweeter than golden honey filling his mind with haunting echoes of a word, a long word, that filled his mind with strength, yet it was unknown to him. But he memorized it. Hope.

UGGH I spent two hours writing this, then went to work, and then was promptly slammed with homework for an hour. Thanks day xD (Just finished this at almost 12pm)

Well I see that more of you are enjoying this soooo yeaaa, I'm going to try to post a chapter a day if the reviews keep coming in like they are now!

Love that criticism and those ideas!

And I made some adjustments of Galbatorix's 'father figure' as one guy/gal pointed out, he is NOT a good man and I tried to work that in a bit more.

Leme know what you are thinking!

(Oh and for those who are hoping to have a bit of Saphira x OC, we will just have to see *wink*)

And also I swear some of you guys were reading my mind with using the twins as his method of entry.

WMD out~